Nobody near me here, but rats, and they are fine stealthy secret fellows.

Please, sir, I want some more.

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.

Strong mental agitation and disturbance was no novelty to him, even before his late sufferings. It never is, to obstinate and sullen natures; for they struggle hard to be such.

Are you thankful for not being young?' 'Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end would be a weary way off, don't you see?

It may be only small injustice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stands as many hands high, according to scale, as a big-boned Irish hunter.